[We are on a subway. The train is almost empty except for a young man standing near the door and a small group of old ladies, sitting and arguing quietly. A Girl in her late teens enters the back door, brushing past the young man. She is holding a potted yellow flower the same colour as her dress. She sits down, in the young man's line of sight, facing away from him. The young man sighs heavily, pulling a brick of a book from his backpack and flipping to a page haphazardly]

Girl [talking to her plant, glancing out the window at the stations flashing by]: You know, it's been a long since I saw a patch of green grass. You're a little bit of sunshine this city needs.

[Man sways as the train slows to a stop, still reading. One or two passengers get on the train, crossing in between the girl and the man]

Girl [ still talking to the plant]: Did you hear me? There's no green in this city.

Man [thinking the Girl is speaking to him]: Pardon? I'm sorry I—

Girl [turning to talk to the Man]: Uh, I was just talking to my flower. The last time I saw green grass was at least half a year ago when I went to see my aunt in Vermont. I thought she ought to know she's special.

Man [stuttering]: I never really—

Girl: I tell you, ever since I moved to this city…

[Man unsure what to say or do, closes his book and replaces it in his backpack]

Girl [gesturing to the Man's backpack]: What was that, that book?

Man [swaying as the train starts up again and gathering his courage]: A book my friend wrote, Village Fire.

Girl [there is a small bitterness creeping into her voice]: A village on fire, sounds a little like the world now, huh? Going up in smoke just in time for our generation.

Man: It's not really about a village on fire. It's about a kid who runs away from his abusive home to find himself in the mountains. It's not half bad.

[Girl is quiet, playing with her yellow flower]

Man: Where'd you get that flower anyways, if there's no green in this city.

Girl: I grew her, of course. I'm taking her to see the world, to take the subway and smell the dirty fast-food chains. I couldn't let her live her life only seeing my kitchen.

Man [laughing]: World traveler, huh? That's pretty thoughtful.

Girl [arranging the leaves of her flower]: Yup.

[The train slows again and the old ladies file past the Girl and Man on their way out]

Man: I haven't travelled much. I've never even been on a plane.

Girl: There's lots of ways of getting out of here. You just have to think a little while about which is the best way.

Man [more serious now]: What is the best way then?

Girl [setting the flower down beside her and turning slowly to face the Man]: I don't know, I—I've been asking myself that a long time. When I was little I thought if you followed a rainbow, you ended up halfway across the world in a wonderful place with sunshine and green valleys and no malls or people or public washrooms, kind of like the quietest place on Earth, I guess.

Man [moving a little closer, to the rhythm of the train swaying]: Sounds nice. I drove to Canada once, with my dad, and we went to these mountains in Quebec. Nobody spoke any English but it was okay 'cause we brought sandwiches for a hike.

Girl: Never been.

Man: It's beautiful. The trees are all skinny and like, thirty feet tall. We hiked for three hours on a trail made for tourists, and when we got to the top, we sat right down on the bare rock that half this continent sits on, and we ate our sandwiches like we owned the place.

Girl [going back to arranging the leaves of her flower]: Sounds like a regular slice of heaven.

[The train slows once again, and the rest of the passengers get off. They are now alone on the train]

Man: Yeah, close to it. You should go if you ever get the chance.

Girl: I don't have anyone to go with. Everyone I know is obsessed with this gray city.

Man: Your flower. Your flower would love the fresh air and the little streams and hearing the birds sing to each other.

Girl [smiling to herself and still arranging leaves]: You know, you're right. She would love that. So would I.

Man: I'd go with you too. I love it there, it's so peaceful.

Girl [mock skeptical]: Oh really, would you now?

Man [tentatively coming to sit near her, putting his backpack down on the floor]: Yes, really. You can call me Browne.

Girl [laughing]: In that case, I'm Sunny.

Man [suddenly shy, looking at the Girl's eyes]: Hi, Sunny.

Girl [holding the Man's gaze]: Hi, Brown. Have you figured out how you're leaving yet?

Man: Yes, on the wake of a rainbow.

Girl [blushing and smiling]: I don't know why, but that sounds very familiar…

Man: A little bird told me it was the best way out.

Girl [getting up as the train slows to a stop]: Well Browne, it's been real.

Man [straightening up]: Yeah—yeah it's been real. I'll see you, Sunny.

Girl [over her shoulder, before stepping onto the platform]: I'll see you in the mountains, Browne.

[Man is left sitting alone on the train, smiling to himself and remembering the mountains. The train starts again. He notices that the Girl left her flower, and he picks it up and holds it in his lap, looking into the bloom as if the answers are there]


Note: I don't know why I wrote this in play form but it came out how it did. Please review! Spanks.